Category: Diary

My first experience with an audiobook was in elementary school. I had been labeled EI–Emotionally Impaired–in Third Grade. This was, according to th...

The first time I was exposed to the word “limerence”, some decades ago, it didn’t really register. It felt like a fancy, dismissive word for &...

I recently learned the word “hyperlexia”, which is “when a child starts reading early and surprisingly beyond their expected ability.” T...

I’m cleaning out the files in Notepad++, and I found this snippet: “Just write,” the dream told me. There was no body, just a voice. “Po...

I funk text people. It’s like drunk texting, but I’m sober. And I don’t do it nearly as much as I used to, but I still do it. The thing is, I ...

Last night I had two dreams interleaved. “Interwoven” isn’t the right word because, at the end, the dreams were never attached to each other a...

I haven’t been here in a few months. I got COVID in September and that took a lot of my inertia away, and since then I’ve just not been in the habit...

When I was a child, my mother suggested I keep a diary. I told her that boys don’t keep diaries, they keep journals. Or maybe I constructed that memory. M...

I was not fully trained until I was a tween. I have a lot of shameful memories involving my encopresis. It was only recently that I learned that it could well h...

Last week I had a long conversation with my brothers about our childhood, and immediately my brain slipped back into the toxic cycles that it had already been h...